6.4 Contend

"How pathetic." You deride, straightening your back as you **** yourself to confront the man. "Hiding behind poison and shrouded measures. If you wish to kill me, be done with it." Unfortunately, this outburst only serves to amuse him. "I had hoped you would not back down." Theocles states almost eagerly as his gaze slowly moves down the length of your body. Gritting your teeth, you scowl at him in irritation. "Then perhaps this will please you." You retort sharply and step forward to move past him. His hand swiftly reaches out and wraps around your arm. Exhaling in frustration, you look up at his annoyingly smug expression. "If you do not plan on ending me tonight, what is the purpose of keeping me here?" You question, trying in vain to pry your arm from his grasp. "We both know you are not that naive." He responds indifferently, maintaining his grip as he pulls you towards him. "I would rather you just kill me." Your retort again seems to merely elicit more satisfaction from Theocles. "All in due time." Scoffing at his reply, you stare deeply into his distant eyes.

"I am beginning to doubt your conviction." You remark, speaking as neutrally as you're able. "All this talk and yet no action." Resisting the reaction to wince when his fingers dig deeper into your skin, you wait for his response. Theocles' expression remains unchanged as he leans down and says, "If you are expecting to get a rise out of me, you will be disappointed." His other hand reaches out again, this time making contact with your flushed face. Glaring lightly, you realize you will have to be more clever going forward. It seems Theocles is far more perceptive than he had previously led you to believe. His fingers move inward, tracing over your lips, parting them open partially in the process. Jerking your head back slightly, you snap your mouth open then quickly sink your teeth into the side of his hand. His eyes widen in surprise as the metallic taste of blood fills your mouth. A second later he regains his composure and quickly pulls away.

Tilting his head to the side, he watches somewhat enlivened while blood runs the side of your mouth. Raising an eyebrow slightly, you slowly run your tongue along your bottom lip. Theocles gaze grows sharp as he brusquely steps forward. You're **** back in the motion, gasping out slightly when your side connects with the edge of the table. "There is nothing I enjoy more than watching prey struggle." He comments softly before grabbing the fabric covering your torso and brutishly pulling it down. Your blush deepens while you turn your head away in anger and frustration. The hand on your arm slides up it then roughly forces it behind your back. Grimacing, you squirm slightly when he turns you around and pushes you down. Keeping his hand on your arm, he lowers himself on top of you. His other hand moves down and brushes against your thigh as the fabric covering it is moved away. Another gasp escapes your lips when his weight shifts, pressing down on you further.

After a moment you feel uncomfortable pressure between your legs. Theocles groans under his breath as he begins sliding into your tight passage. Biting your lip, you strain not to cry out when he rams himself deeper inside. The pain and discomfort is only exacerbated by your inability to move. You can feel his hot breath on the nape of your neck as his torso pushes you against the table's surface. Inhaling slowly, you manage to wiggle enough to move your free arm out from under you. He takes no notice and begins roughly thrusting in and out of your now moderately wet opening. Though the pain decreases somewhat as he continues his relentless invasion, you still struggle to breath beneath his weight. Sweat runs down the side of your flushed face as you wrestle to twist your body. After a great deal of effort you are finally successful. Using the momentum, you raise your free arm and ram it back. Theocles laughs coldly when your elbow roughly connects with his side. To your relief, he does pull back slightly, allowing you a needed gasp of air.

While you are attempting to steady your breath, you feel his hand hook around your arm. A soft whimper emits from you when he yanks both your arms back, lifting your torso off the table in the process. "Tell me," He sneers as he continues moving you back. "Did you truly believe you could rise beyond your station?" Ignoring his taunt, you resolve to put an end to his ****. "Do you really want to lecture me on rising?" You comment bitterly, gesturing your head down pointedly. You're unable to suppress another gasp when his grip tightens painfully around your arms. You're aware this is all part of his twisted game, seeming to get off on your aversion to the event. "Come now." Theocles growls, the coarse skin of his cheek brushing against your neck as he speaks. "There is no need to lower yourself to such incivility." Scoffing audibly, you fight against him when he begins stepping back. He sits on one of the nearby chairs, pulling you into his lap in the process.

Wrapping one of his arms around your upper half, he leans forward and mutters, "You can oppose it all you wish, however, there's no denying your desire." His free hand moves to slide down your slick inner thigh. You flinch slightly when his fingers continue forward, brushing against your tender clit. Biting down on your tongue, you struggle to keep from moaning in response. The arm around your torso tightens when your body is raised then lowered. Unable to maintain control any longer, you let out a soft whimper as he continues repeating the motion. Twisting in resistance, you're powerless to break free from his clasp. Liquid begins trickling down your thighs and spilling down to his lap. Soon your breath becomes ragged and your body grows weary. Exhaling deeply, you slowly cease your fighting as you try to regain some strength. Closing your eyes, you attempt to ignore the unwanted sensation of pleasure.

As the feeling increases, you clench your fist, digging your nails deeply into your palm. The pain momentarily distracts you, however, is not enough to completely negate it. It's not long before the feeling becomes overpowering. Gasping lightly, you shift around as your walls involuntarily clench around his thick shaft. Whimpering again, your body relaxes when it's overcome by intense waves of ecstasy. Theocles grunts under his breath while he keeps moving you at a steady pace. Your own breath remains labored as you're denied any respite from his barrage. The hand on your thigh returns to your uncomfortably sensitive clit. Moaning gently, you involuntarily arch into his touch. His fingers move roughly against your slick skin, causing you to continue writhing. The motion slowly increases in pace until you feel yourself nearing your edge. Just when you're about to succumb to the sensation it abruptly halts. He scoffs callously as you let out a slightly dejected groan in protest. Shifting your weight in his arms, you find yourself **** to turn and face him.

Keeping his arm around you, he swiftly rises to his feet and moves forward. Air quickly rushes from your lungs as you’re slammed back onto the table. His lean yet heavy frame presses against you as he resumes his aggressive besiege. When you fight against him, his other hand tightly wraps around your exposed throat. Your eyes widen as your breath is further cut off. Reaching out blindly, you hear the crash of pottery breaking as it's knocked off the table. With each passing moment, your vision begins to grow blurry and your mind clouds. Blinking back tears, you know you're incapable of freeing yourself. Just as you feel yourself at the cusp of slipping into unconsciousness, your hand connects with a familiar object. Wrapping your fingers around it, you summon the last bit of strength before it leaves your body. Twisting your arm painfully, you feel something snap just as you're able to swing it upward. There's a guttural gasp when the knife in your hand sinks into the side of his neck. The grasp around your own neck loosens slightly, allowing a rush of air to fill your depleted lungs.

Warm liquid splash onto your face when Theocles sits up and stumbles backwards. Clutching at the seeping wound, he slowly falls to his knees, growing paler as more blood spills to the ground. Inhaling deeply, you quickly scramble to your feet and move back. Glancing around wildly, you know the commotion is likely to have drawn attention. Pulling the torn fabric of your stola around your bare chest, you gasp out in pain, realizing your arm is slightly dislocated. Ignoring this, you hurriedly make your way to one of the far windows. Breaking away the thin wooden lattice that covers it, you are relieved to find it leads to the garden outside. You waste no time clambering out and ducking your way into the nearby brush. You can hear noise inside as if someone is trying to pass the still locked door. Slipping further into the depths of the vegetation, you try to locate the nearest path out of the estate. After making your way around a corner of the building, you're **** to stop when loud footsteps come rushing by. It seems the politician's body has been found, meaning your window of escape is quickly closing.